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Emma’s Not Dreaming

Emma could not believe her luck. She walked into the kitchen, and it was spotless. The counter was free of her housemates’ dirty, grimy dishes. The oven was sparkling clean, a pristine white. And there was Brad, clad in only sweatpants, flipping blueberry pancakes in one pan, and making eggs in another. The aroma of […]

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